Bettie Davis raccoon eyes with assorted gunk
The Myth of the Remote Cabin

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Wrote this... oh, a couple of years ago now, but this feeling still creeps up on me.           - wg

 

We are seers in the midst…

this age of prophesized age obsolescence,

as our slouching fingers chirp and twitter,

pecking out soul songs endlessly.

While Tiresias, with his digitalized eyes,

Shouts across the ages,

“You all think you’re the beast and Bethlehem rolled into one.”

 

But these coded strings of mutability transfix us,

We rough puppeteers,

Click, clicking, through the remote glow,

Validation… it is so close now.

A representative stumbles forth, defiant,

orgasms twice upon the screen and collapses.

We stretch our arms out for the apocryphal babe.

Comments

Scott

Seriously, this is one of the best poems I've ever read! If you haven't submitted it for publication in a literary anthology or periodical, I hope you do so soon! And I hope you continue writing poetry!

the weirdgirl

Scott - I'm not sure it's in the best ever category but thanks for the support!

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